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I am tired of men... except for my roommates

So here is the update on the date... there wasn´t one. After recieving five phone calls from Marcelo the Argentino (the first one starting at 7 in the morning), I decided that I probably shouldn´t go on this date. I would have gone out for a beer with him IF others would have been there, but my roomates were being buttfaces (thats right i am regressing to the 3rd grade here) and they wouldn´t come. SO I turned off my phone and went to the gym instead. When i got home, my roomates and I decided to stay in and hang out at home. SO we got some beer and watched futból (soccer), good old chileno style. I will post some pics of us later as soon as I can.
I am just tired of guys staring at me when I get on a micro(bus) or walk by them on the street. I always think that my zipper is down or something. But no, just men staring at the blonde hair they love so much. My roommates on the other hand are amazing. Sebastian, the chilean, os moving out and buying his own apartment. I hate to do this to my landlord, but I think I am going to move in with Sebastian. Anyways, pics to come soon.

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Anonymous said…
getting a phone call at 7am! i agree with your judgment. there's something a bit obsessive and also very inconsiderate by such an early phone call.

if you move in with sebastian, will you get a quieter room?

how is your job going? how's the gym? did you join?

love, mom

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